Shots of the week . . . so far.

My husband asked me where I wanted to go for my birthday, which was Feb.3. Not one to make a fuss over this day, I just wanted to go to another skatepark and take some pics. We arrived about 11:30 and not a soul in sight. We had just decided to leave when one young man, on a break from work, showed up. I think he was just learning and really didn’t give me much of a show. Sun on concrete and he was dark clothing. Most would have said, forget it. Not me. As he was leaving I thanked him for not minding me taking shots, surprised and, he didn’t even know what I was doing. Now, that’s concentration. I mean. we were the only two people there. Hubby had gone to investigate other stuff, he’s not one for skateboarders.

Another day at the lagoon. Sunshine was plentiful after a dose of early morning fog. They are dredging the lagoon to replenish sand the winter tides have swallowed. I spotted the first and only bloom on one of the many cactus plants along the way. There was another older couple, I think the man was taking pics with his cell as he climbed up the hill to find the perfect yellow flower. Maybe to go with his shirt.

Paddleboard Racers . . .

Every Thursday, starting at 6:30AM, a large group of paddleboarders train at the Agua Hedionda Lagoon. Come April these racers will head back out into the Pacific for competition. I was never there early enough to see the start, but they can move once the pistol goes off – or the instruction yells. They make two trips from lands-end to the freeway bridge and back. Quite a site, I only wish I could have been closer as they are some distance from the beach once they start.

With all the rain we finally had, it won’t be safe to go back into the lagoon this week. This might deter them, as once in awhile someone will get very wet.

Sunny pics to my snow-bound friends . . .

The frost wasn’t quite on the pumpkin yesterday morning, around 48 degrees at 7AM. But, this is Southern CA and by the time we headed out the temps were in the low 60s. Dog walkers, cyclists and a woman doing yoga in the middle of the drive area used by conservation trucks were enjoying the noon day sun. Lake Calavera is a favorite spot, so close to home.

I have no idea why this woman chose to sit on the asphalt . . . I asked her if I might take her picture, that after getting a long shot of her. She nodded and gave me a smile – and a V for Victory – cute. I never did get a shot of her posing, she was facing the mountain, not sure if that had anything to do with her yoga practice.happy girl

Along with a happy girl, a happy dog.

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Doesn’t even look like snow, but this bush will do . . .
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Starting to green-up in the canyon. By February, providing we have more rain, flowers will be blooming and summer will be here soon.
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Flashback Friday . . .

Me & TippyAs a young child, I adored my best friend, Tippy. He rescued me from leaving the yard, would pull me back by my britches and alert my mother. A mix of numerous breeds, I don’t remember when he came into my life, just a happy memory now.
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Moving forward, to a time of free-wheeling and fun, at least I thought it was fun at the time. Going to Mexico then didn’t require a passport, or much common sense. Ensenada was pretty wild, perhaps it still is, Hussongs was the place for bikers and tourists wannabes. It all seemed so innocent at the time.

One of the bikers in the group shot was a dog lover – he had a Chihuahua tucked in his leather vest. He said I could pet the dog – right. That little buddy had a bark and a mouth that said, DON”T YOU DARE!barking

This was a trip I made from San Diego with my daughter and a group of her friends. We all seemed to wander off and do our own thing. The only two people in the group shot that I knew were the blond in the red shorts, and the guy next to her with the cap on. Me, in the middle of those two outlaws – the bad boys of Ensenada? Perhaps.

Today, a passport and wisdom are both needed to travel here. But, it might still be fun . . .

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Just to get you in the mood . . .

A little fog – a little Photoshop – a little Portrait Pro

Woke up to this  . . . 

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A friend posted her picture on Facebook – and I took some liberties. What else can you do in the fog?
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Floating Yogis and . . .

Owners of Floating YogisNo,they weren’t levitating. They were however, taking their stand-up paddleboards, or SUPs as they are known, out onto the lagoon. Now, just standing on one of these in the water seems like too much of a challenge for me, but these ‘floating Yogis’ were doing things that even on land might be a stretch.

It was Friday morning, about 7:45 when I arrived to take a few shots and pick up some pics from the women who own the business. Too early for much light, but did manage to put together a little video for them. Once they paddled out, they practiced on the other side of the lagoon, too far to get anything decent. Next time, it would be fun to go out in a Zodiac – not a canoe or a kayak – and get some close-ups.Zodiac_on_the_beach

The Butler did it . . .

Most of these movie titles are now playing in a theater near you.
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The ButlerThe Butler was tired of all the Conspiracy Theories which swirled around him each time a crime was committed. Yes, there were Jobs to be done, including Steven-Jobs-9354805-2-402changing his name from one alias to another – this time choosing Riddick.  Hadn’t he been the Grand Master, leading The Ultimate Life on the Pacific Rim?  Between Us, he  was able to take The Heat At Any Price, and never suffer from Paranoia. But this stint as a servant? This is the End, he thought to himself.

haunted--haunted-house-mike-savadThings were different now and it all started the day  he opened the massive teak door and heard a cacophony  of voices claiming, “We’re the Miller’s.” The Man of Steel winced, knew he had to play The Host, as it might be his only Redemption.

“I’m sure you will Adore some Afternoon Delight,” he spoke as if in a Trance.  “The Museum Hours have been expanded, and now you may Free the Mind.  Soon you will be aware that this mansion is like No Place On Earth. Rising From Ashes, bringing back the bones, the Mortal Instruments who will begin World War Z with only 2 Guns.” 2 guns

A driving vacation was intended to keep them off Planes, so the Miller’s had taken ITookTheScenicRouteThoughLifethe Scenic Route. They were on The Hunt to complete everything on The To Do List.  It was to be the Getaway of a lifetime. They would even buy Off Label clothing for the trip. The hardest part was The Purge, removing any trace junk food from their diet. The Miller’s had not expected this Bed & Breakfast to actually be in a museum. A very strange turn of events to be sure.

parlor“There are Stories We Tell here,” began The Butler as he led the family into the dimly-lit parlor. He looked intently at each member of the Miller tribe, then focused on the wife. Home grown, middle America with a pleasant apple pie smile. His eyes locked on hers, Love is All You Need,” he whispered as he kissed her hand. “You’re Next,” he winked at the sweet and sassy pre-prepubescent daughter who was now looking up from her iPad.  He wanted to Smash and Grab that device, but kept in mind that this was the World’s End – Instructions Not Included. This would be truly be Epic. Someday.girl with iPad

The Miller man drew in his grits and gravy overhang, “I think that’s quite enough,” he insisted and tried to usher his family toward the door.

A strange sound met the Miller family’s ears. The sound of ripping and tearing of clothing. There in the parlor, in lights which had been flicked into the brightness of day, The Butler was tugging and peeling the silicone mask from his face. The once form and figure of a man was shed, revealing a sparkling metallic shape, not unlike a woman. The silicone mask fluttered to the floor, iridescent strands tumbled over the gleaming shoulders and sapphire eyes searched the room.  At last The Butler was free to speak.

“ Welcome to The World’s End, my name is Blue Jasmine, and I’ll be your guide.”
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